The good news is that they do calm down within a few minutes after you leave
Sadly, I'm not sure that's been the case here. Yet.
At his first daycare he was only 5 months old. That's before they get separation anxiety.
::thinks back to efforts at leaving the baby with someone not me::
::laughs at the notion of a before::
{{{Spidra's Mom}}} May this all result in free chiropractic care, a new car, and a big chunk o'cash.
Good news for me: Apparently there are very clear laws about what constitutes an acceptable deduction from a paychecks. I can file a Wage Claim Form because the beeeyotch paid herself that $300 (and then some) from my check - plus kept the check I wrote her. I shall laugh and laugh and laugh, because she's always telling me how I need to fill out my paperwork correctly "according to state law." Take THAT application of state law, you horrid cow. Plus I think I might be able to file for a Waiting Time Penalty, because they are hanging onto my last check.
Hmm... that last bit concerns me... maybe she's not a Buffista...
Well, given what she prefers TO the bottle...
I'd say no question.
Is Lilly doing okay with daycare other than the not eating? I am given to understand that creating a lot of drama when you drop them off and then settling down to perect contentment is pretty standard daycare going behavior. I've seen that don't-let-mom-out-of-sight thing, too, but I can't remember how long it lasted. Not being the mom in question, it didn't make as much of an impression on me.
Of course, poor Emmett had all sorts of stuff rocking his life at that point (despite the very very VERY obvious efforts on his parents to minimize that).
Actually the daycare switch happend when he was 1 and we didn't separate until he was 2 1/2. So I think it was mostly just him traversing the chasm of separation anxiety.
It was always oddly embarrassing to try and hand your kid over to the visiting grandparents during that stretch. When they first come to visit the newborn, your babe is as docile as a lamb. When they come back later, your kid is "Who the FUCK is this axe-murderer you're throwing me to?!?" Screaming terror face kid and put-out GPs.
::laughs at the notion of a before::
You and the Bean have been a very tight little dyad since the get-go, it's true. I was a SAHD for a couple months in his infancy so that was probably a factor. Also he adapted very easily to his first daycare at 5 months. Different kids do stuff differently.
Lily may be quite right in assessing that life without immediate and constant access to Ple's Boob is not a positive.
Sadly, I'm not sure that's been the case here. Yet.
You can always ask the daycare people to give you reports on how long it takes for her to settle down. With Emmett I'd stand outside the door (where he couldn't see me) and he'd usually settle after five minutes. It really sucked though.
Fay, air popped popcorn tastes like packing peanuts. It's bleah.
Good. Glad to hear it.
Bless the Buffistasprogs. Bless them every one.
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Oh, while I remember - if my sister's scales are to be believed (and I do view them with suspicion, because they are Not My Usual Scales) I have now lost 25lb, if not more. Which is cool. Today I bought a pedometer, some dumbbells and 2 exercise DVDs. (And so far I have resisted the siren call of the remaining mince pies. So far.)
Actually the daycare switch happend when he was 1 and we didn't separate until he was 2 1/2. So I think it was mostly just him traversing the chasm of separation anxiety.
I meant that the seperation anxiety went on for two and a half years. (I've clarified the post a bit I think)
Raq, I love all of Mal's Christmas pictures. He looks so happy and totally adorable. I meant to post this morning that I empathize with the messy baby thing. Too bad they can't go from breastmilk to potty trained. (eta: and Legion looks cute in his ribbons)
Plei, I'm sorry to hear Lily's still having such a hard time at daycare. Ellie went through a short phase like that (like maybe for 10 days or so) but I'm now pretty sure it was mostly because she was teething and therefore had less tolerance for life in general. I wish I had some great advice.
In Ellie-land, my parents are visiting. Joe and I are getting ready for dinner in a restaurant alone tomorrow night. If all goes well, we will leave Ellie for the night on Sunday night. I'm a bit anxious about the whole thing, but my mom is really good with her. Ellie also now refuses the bottle totally (I could kick myself for letting that habit slide) but she will drink from a sippy cup.